Puppet

Haven’t seen the sun

Not for days

Haven’t spoken a word

Where any could hear

Solitude and gratitude

Going hand in hand

With the wisdom of the maze

 

Hope is not gone

Only the faint glimmer

Of the sword

Held by the fear

That strips you nude

A soul laid bare there you stand

As you remember

 

No scripture can give guidance

Only the craving

No means of sustenance

To the hunger you’re slaving

The hunger for life

The hunger for joy

Yet you know only strife

And are the puppeteer’s toy

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